Preface: This summer I decided to attend an internship at the Santa Fe College PC shop the following is a review of the shop as a whole, some insight on the inner workings, and the customer base that keeps this hive of scum afloat.
June 15th Wednesday 12:38pm 2011
This place is a nice change of pace from my normal classes. It’s a group full of nerds, geeks, and noobs all trying to break into the computer industry working on certifications, classes, jobs trying to find that dream job that will pay big while requiring as little work possible. See that’s the American Dream of us hapless nerds a big server room of our very own to do as we please be masters of our domain. Many of us have chased this dream for more years than we can remember, but something keeps us working tireless hours breaking down and rebuilding countless nameless machines hoping one will give us just the right experience that the industry is looking for to land us that job that will solve all our problems answer all our prayers. Bill the head of this dreary place is a sad reminder that not everyone finds their dreams now an old man he still toils away in this place day after day no happiness just a man who missed the train was left with a new class of nerds full of dreams and hopes while he just grinds away day after day muttering about better times. His is a fate I hope to avoid.
June 20th Monday 12:45pm 2011
The pc shop again another hot day this place is starting to get to me. The boring repeating redundancy gnaws at my brain it makes me crazy I hate doing fresh installs on surplus after surplus machine just churning out inferior pcs all day to people too stupid to tell the difference. All the while trying to break even and not yet coming close the threat of termination ever looming over their heads knowing if they don’t sell they could be out on their asses any day. I’m no different my job is in jeopardy every day since the new file system went live the nurses have started doing everything I am now obsolete as the computers I’m pushing I have no meaning at work I just exist a warm body to answer a phone that never stops ringing. It is a hollow existence I want more out of my job I want to enjoy what I do but it seems the only thing I enjoy is computers and from the depressing sorry faces that I see every day coming in and out of this shop it looks like I could become one of these sad sacks that never made it into the industry that got trampled on the way couldn’t make the cut or even get their foot in the door.
June 22nd Wednesday 1:00pm 2011
The only value I see in this place is ripping off the less computer savvy of our customer base this shop is a hive for the sickest viruses, spyware, and just over all dirty malware. So we charge them to remove it then I put my brand of madness on it. This is what gets me through knowing I have power overall these sheep I can control what they see, hear, and buy on their little fisher price PCs. Them none the wiser thinking that luck or their God has forsaken them to some evil hacker out there in the reaches of hyperspace the vast emptiness that lies between them and me a mass of cabling, wires, and circuits that they will never understand. They just exist above it or from their view below it slowly drowning in a sea of bytes and bits zeros and ones. They have no understanding of this machinery and I have always used this to my advantage freaking out the squares as it were making them question their sanity and safety in this digital age of faceless hackers, crackers, and phreakers all out for their money, identity, and their children’s well being. They panic like sheep at anything new or unknown the tune never changes the unknown is unraveled and solved all laid bare to this cruel world of scared sheep so that they may sleep at night soundly without fear.
more to come soon…